Prom to Remember. I will not go into extreme detail in what Eli and Clare are doing. Then I'd have to move up the rating people.

Plus this is in General POV for the chapter cuz sometimes I find that easier on some chapters.

General POV

"Alli left me for that clown?" Drew asked Adam harshly. Adam shrugged before seeing Fiona in the distance. She spotted him and ran off again. He mentally slapped himself.

"Well, they're not a thing, just they need to be. Zoe might pervent that." he pointed to a girl in a short dark green dress and flawless caramel skin. In Drew's opinion, Zoe was beautiful but he had to focus.

"We're going to need to balance the world." he patted Adam's chest.

Adam rolled his eyes as Drew walked off. Then he heard Jenna shriek outside in the hall. He went outside and was caught up immediately.

A brown haired boy held Lacey while and Fitz had a gun. Bianca was glaring at him, Fitz. Lacey was in the middle withe her father. Jenna, KC, and Bianca on oneside. Fitz on the other.

"Fitz..." she said but he paid attention to Adam.

"If you don't want to die... get in there and pretend you saw nothing, tranny."

Jenna looked at him. "Go and listen, don't say a word. We're going to handle it." Jenna's voice quivered but it had a motherly confidence in them. Adam gulped and looked at Lacey. She was oddly at ease with her dad, he looked at the gun and back at his daughter. Jenna glared at him but he looked confused.

"Adam," Lacey said, somewhat sadly. Jenna had tears running down her face, hearing her voice. He thought he saw Bianca crying but used KC's shirt to wipe them before anyone can see.

"No crying," Lacey said in a stern voice. Jenna sucked in her tears.

"Tell him to go Lace," she whispered.

"Go Adam," Lacey instructed and looked at her dad. He looked at Fitz, the gun, and his daughter.

"I'm not going to kill her," Fitz said dismissively, like he didn't care anymore. "It's hers, I'm just not letting her go as a hostage. For Bianca."

Bianca's blood began to boil. "Burn in hell," she spat. Fitz chuckled.

"Get out of here tranny." Fitz said and Adam fled.

He passed by an empty classroom and thought vaguely that Eli and Clare could be in there since the door is closed and they went missing but that wasn't them probably. He rolled his eyes. Stupid highschoolers. Adam picked up a ring. Clare's purity ring. He started to puke in his mouth but swallowed it. He shuddered, he would be scarred for life.

Adam saw Drew dragging Dave outside with Alli and a crowd following. He was about to check it out when something stopped him.

He saw Fiona sobbing in the Zen Garden.

Adam ran his hands through his hair and entered.

"Drew!" Alli screeched as he slugged Dave. Dave dodged the punched and his fingers hit the wall.

"Ow, you little punk!"

Dave walked around Drew, not punching just dodging. Allli's heart thumped dangerously everytime Drew actually hit him.

"Somehow, yur nose is bleeding." Dave said as Drew's nose scraped the wall.

"Stop it!" Alli said, twisting Drew's ear. He groaned in pain and Alli released him.

"Alli... look, I love you, Alli don't give up on us."

"Too late,I choose Dave because you decided that going to the boiler room with Bianca was more exciting, what girlfriend didn't know won't hurt her."

She wiped the blood off him as he gently loosened his grip on her.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever." he said as he and the crowd headed back inside.

"Dave... are you okay?" she said. Dave dusted himself off.

"Not even scratch. Perfect."

He held out his arm to her. "Shall we?"

She pretended to think it over but linked his arm through hers. "We shall,"

"DAVE!"she heard and saw a girl in a green dress rush up.

She hugged Dave and he awkwardly stood there. "I was so worried and not just because you're my presenting partner." she said as she pulled back. He nodded.

"I'm okay."

"You have blood on your cheek, and don't say its Drew's, I know you'd be lying. Stupid boys and reputations"

Dave smiled and rolled his eyes. She tore part of her dress and wiped it. "It doesn't compare to your face." she murmured at his shocked yet grateful expression. Dave raised his eyebrows.

"I m-mean the b-blood on your face not um... I have to uh... see you in a little while." Zoe ran away. Dave turned to Alli.

"Well, what was that?" she hissed.

"That? Oh, just some medical attention."

"No the thing in the green dress."

"Hey Coyne." he murmured and she looked up.

This girl was staining her perfect little eyes red for him. How badly he wanted to erase each tear from her face.

"Adam, please-"

"Hear me out. Please."

Fiona let him talk.

"People don't get why a senoir would hang out with a sophmore. Ok? Well, it's because we're alike. Not becuse we both got abused. Well, it's the emotions stemming from that. We felt the pain, the hurt, the worry, the 'Why do people hate me moments'... we felt the secrets being kept around us. The gossip. We found our way to deal with our problems. I-I-I burned myself for a little while and you drank. A lot. People didn't see the real you or the real me. They saw the people that the public thought we should be and when we rebelled against that we were... looked down upon. The real Fiona is sweet and passionate and kind and stylish and fun and hides behind her cool exterior because no one can get close to her after what happened with Bobby. The real Adam is a boy. Plain and simple."

Fiona smiled trough her tears, sadly. "It's not simple, it'll never be as simple. I like you more than friends Adam. A lot. You're funny and nice and sweet and young and naive and as confused as you about yourself you get me. You understand how I work. That two year age difference is crap and I don't care if your sex is a girl, your gender is a boy. That's all I care about. You don't care that Holly J is my only friend or I drank and kissed my brother. You just see me and I like you a lot for that and you don't like me so what's the point?"

He said nothing and Fiona's heart broke more.

"Adam, leave me alone," she begged, crying as he grabbed her wrists.

"What if I said... I liked you for a long time?" he admitted. Fiona was closer than ever to him, chests lightly pressed together.

"I-I don't know."

Their foreheads touched. "Really?"

"Uh, really."

He made their noses hit. Fiona wasn't breathing.

"And if I kissed you..." he said, about a fraction of a centimeter away from her lips.

"I'd kiss you back."

He smiled and went in, lips delicately brushing until he pressed down gently. It was sweet and simple.

And there you have it. Now, I don't know if someone should interupt Eli and Clare because of the Fitz situation. Or if someone should get hurt. I can't do death. Not Good at it.

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